DON’T MEAN TO BRAG | open, visitor

[ATTICUS]

------- Looking for somewhere to stay, and yet she had no inclination of where she was. It was a fact that, Atticus had to admit amused him greatly. While he turned his steps towards the voice of the joiner, a common occurance these days, he exhaled easily as he took in the familiar plains of Sunhaven. Despite any drama with alliances as of late, he had to at least admit they were doing well, and their territory, too, was prosperous. Even with the chill of winter setting in, and knowing that their plains would be looking a little more snow-covered as the days drew on, he had to admit everything seemed to be nice.

Well, aside from one joiner who took to crossing their border lines.

"Trespassing," he answered to her question, his voice a low rumble as the melanistic jaguar came to a quiet stop in front of the woman, stopping any further advances she made into the territory. Yet, he relented with a heavy sigh, as if it were a great burden to do so, as he continued on. "You are in the Ascendants, Barbara." It seemed like she was going to be one of 'these' sorts, huh? The sort that didn't take orders and heeded little direction? While he couldn't say for certain, a certain specific tuxedo-tom cat seemed to flicker back into his mind at the present moment. "Where do you come from? Seeing as you're already familiar with Clan territories."

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